The angels cry at sunsets welcome,
People pray to God's ambition
But I am here stuck inside myself.
Holding tight to my soul, believing in anything I see:
The darkness feasting on it's blanket of stars.
The clouds that dressed in white today,
change into an evening gown of purple.
A white ball floats wanderlessly in the sea of black above me.
A dark silluette of birds fly around me.
The only thing I feel today is the rushing wind that falls upon me.
I feel the sting of bitter cold,
and sigh my comfort out.
I am stuck inside myself,
Alone, like always,
With golden strings around my skin,
I drift off to join my mind aimless nightmares that have dressed themselves in slumber. |
Submission Name: Sunday
